Harvey
I keep my eyes on the floor as Aria leaves the room. I am fighting for control and if I watch her walk away, I will lose it and throw caution to the wind. I want her … badly.
I listen to the door shut behind her and release air from my lungs. No woman has piqued my interest as much as she has. Not since my wife died two hundred and seventy years ago.
There is just something about Aria that I cannot resist. She did not go into details, but I can only imagine the abuse she endured over the years from her husband. After such an ordeal, most women have a deadness in their eyes, but not Aria. Her eyes are alive with fight and determination.
“F*ck me,” I groan as my erection grows harder. Tasting her blood and feeling her lips alive beneath mine has woken desires and thinking about he
